“Who’s team? Mine or Ben’s?” I said whirling around to face Andrew’s smug expression.

“Pssh, whatever,” he said with a smirk, “he’s so on yours.”

“How can he be on my team if I’ve never even seen him? Ben’s the one who found him,” I argued.

“Hmm, I see your logic. Ben, spando dude is on your team,” Andrew concluded.

“What are you talking about? What team?” Ben wailed. Andrew and I exchanged glances.

“Well,” Andrew explained, “You know how there’s always that kid who gets picked last in P.E. or whatever because he’s totally just…you know?”

“Okay,” Ben said, “Yeah…”

“Well, if you see a person like that, like spando dude, then you call it out. It’s kind of like that slug bug game. But, with weird people,” Andrew said.

“But weird people are our people,” I interjected.

“Well, you catch my riff,” Andrew said, turning back to make more whipped cream.

“Wanna see a pic I took on my phone?” Ben said waving his cell around.

“Maybe later,” I said, handing him an apron.